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As I have mentioned before I have a son. His name is Judah and he's 20mo old. he's just gotten the hang of going to sleep by himself and I couldn't be more relieved! Now our current hurdle is getting him to stay seated in his high chair. You see,Im pretty sure my son is related to Houdini somehow with the way he can squirm out of straps and figure out how to stand up and dance around in his chair.

Every day for weeks now without fail I sit him in his seat and as I turn around to get the food to put on his tray he's up turned around and either trying to wobble his seat or reach something 2 feet away from his seat. (what can I say the kid has a death wish). and as I walk over to him he tips his head to the side and gives me a cute grin and just stands there.... I will say "Sit down buddy" a few times and he will play some game by sitting on his tray and saying "I sittin'" after a few times of me explaining what to do i will eventually fix the situ…

Deuteronomy 6:15for the LORD your God, who is among you, is a jealousGod and his anger will burn against you, and he will destroy you from the face of the land. How often do you pray? Really?......... What do u pray for? Is it mostly for selfish gain or for Gods will to be done? As I type this I feel a bit hypocritical because this is an area I struggle with a lot! there are times I will go days, even weeks without praying until something major happens in my life and prayer is my last hope to fix it.

For those who are unfamiliar with the concept of a "booty call" let me try and give you an idea of what it is. There are some people out there who desperately need Gods love and salvation, But, instead, to fill the void of love they take advantage of other people and call them over just to be pleasured physically.

I know it seems really wrong to even put the two concepts together. Theres God all mighty full of grace and perfect in all ways! and then theres the concept of the perv…

I started today like every normal day. My son would wake me up by shouting "Mommy!" from his crib and I would hope that I was just hearing things. After a while I roll out of bed and put on my happy face to go see the love of my life who woke me from my beautiful coma.
Today however, I opened the door and this sweet little boy had removed his pajamas, his diaper, and was covered in his own brown filth. So I had to calmly pick up my poop covered son and bring him down stairs because I unfortunately didn't leave any wipes upstairs! It was at the point where he looked at me and said "mommy tinky" that i realized that I had some on me!!!! For those of you who have yet to go through this, let me tell you it becomes very hard to remain calm when you have a toddler in your arms and you can feel the nastiness on you!

What does my ordeal this morning have to do with single mindedness? Good question! let me try and tie it in.